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Three Teenage Boys With A Plan + Snowday + Mom's Minivan + An UnPlowed Street + set of skis + snowboard + lengths of Rope = Two teenage boys being towed behind the minivan on their chosen aparatus of DOOM up and down the (curvy, twisty) street - at 20+ miles per hour.
Um. WTF, and you're going to kill yourselves. But I laughed my ass off when the snowboarder wiped out. I love living on a quiet residential street.
Happy Valentines Day to all my flist!
And for those of you caught like I am in the "February Fury" (don't you just adore the weather channel and thier weather-drama?) keep warm!
Um. WTF, and you're going to kill yourselves. But I laughed my ass off when the snowboarder wiped out. I love living on a quiet residential street.
Happy Valentines Day to all my flist!
And for those of you caught like I am in the "February Fury" (don't you just adore the weather channel and thier weather-drama?) keep warm!
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I tried responding earlier, but el-jay was not responding. boo. :(
I know, boys will be boys! And teenage boys are remarkably rubber-like. Um, that didn't quite come out right... Gumbi-like? Not much better. Hmmm... Flexible. No, perhaps not. Well, yes, but not what I am trying to say.
Indestructable! That's what I am trying to say. They just get right back up again! Hee.
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